The little girl walked down the road,
Not knowing where to go where to slow.
She made her way past the trees,
And near the river in the breeze.
No sadness could touch her,
She could see her way clear and without fear.
The little girl walked down the road,
Not knowing where to go where to slow.
The people tried to stop her,
The people even mocked her.
Not the least did she care,
Nor a tear she did spare.
The little girl walked down the road,
Not knowing where to go where to slow.
She crossed all obstacles,
She showed all the people,
That they were proud, they were too loud.
The little girl walked down the road,
Not knowing where to go where to slow.
She waited too long, in the world so wrong,
Now the God, had to come and say,
That the little girl must be gone.
Aditi Khandelwal
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-little-girl-17/
